?Ugh!? cried Wendy, belying her experience as a practice nurse. She was used to far ickier things than this, but liked to pretend to Jack that he was ...he grossest person who ever lived, in order to keep his esteem suitably low.She personally walked over to the chemical toilet cubicles in the corner of the room and grabbed some tissue paper. She trotted back to Jack, far from impressed. Especially because his addled brain was attempting to escape by slinking back to more animal traits, causing. With her tongue, she began to tease the crack in the head, pressing her tongue inward, sucking up the spunk which was oozing from it.She scooped up the musky pre-come with her tongue, and sucked it down her throat. She liked the taste of it, even if it were a little strange. Cathy, when she masturbated, had tasted her come cream on her fingers, and she knew that her pussy syrup also tasted queer until she got used to it.Her left hand crept around her brother's trembling haunches, and she. These woods were used as a nature trail by the school nearby and as a shortcut for people who were going to the hospital as it was a lot quicker than travelling right round. So they were busier than most wooded areas.After about ten minutes we left the main path for a clearing, about hundred yards away, often used by local kids at night. The ground was littered with beer cans and cider bottles as well as a couple of fire pits. Gill told me she wanted me to cut some switches and use them to cane. Both hands quickly resting each side of her hips, stalling her progress, drawing her butt against my trouser-closeted cock. We stood together like that, neither of us moving, my cock now rampant, a rod to discomfort her. It was a moment out of time, a place where chronology held no sway, a non-space in which the air about us became electric with anticipation.She did not turn, just wriggled her butt against my fossilised erection. Then husky with need, her sweet voice, soft, curious, "Mark?".